Even Cthulhu Can't Stop Me from Picking Up Trash

Dear author, you need to take care of your mental health. While other cult novels might offer a glimpse into a world of madness or despair through the lens of a normal person's thinking, yours feels like a madman's mind depicting a mad world. You're constantly magnifying and excavating your own dark side; you're gazing into the abyss; you're spreading pollution. 💀

It's well-written. I saw madness, a logical madness, a cyberpunk madness, a cult-like madness. The incident was resolved, but nobody knew how to resolve it. In fact, the incident was never resolved; the real problem lies with the entire world.

As I read, I had a strange feeling that I was about to get sick, but I was still captivated by the author's imagination... This story is addictive...

The premise is good, and the plot of scavenging is nothing special. It's just that the writing style is rather unpleasant.

At first glance, it seemed like the world had gone mad. After reading it, I realized it was the protagonist who had gone mad. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the author who had gone mad. In the end, I realized that I, the reader, was also acting strangely! This is the true Cthulhu core, not just a book that uses a few old names as a cover.

See? This protagonist clearly knows this world is incredibly dangerous, yet he doesn't improve his physical strength. He's just doing random things, I don't know what he's doing. I don't want to watch it, but I really like the premise, and it feels like a waste to give it up. Dilemma~

Hidden beneath the words is a crazy world; to be honest, I feel the author is also abnormal.

The doctor told me to see him once a day, and I've already done it twice. I feel much better now.

The protagonist, whose intelligence seems to be lacking, is only good for those who enjoy the novelty of the genre.

Let me see the author who is said to have gone mad.